I've been following The Pacific. It's HBO's new WW2 miniseries and I guess you can call it a spiritual successor to Band of Brothers. It's good, not great, though there are half a dozen episodes just waiting to air and change my mind in the blink of an eye.

A moment from last Sunday's episode inspired today's comic, a moment where PFC Bob Leckie, patroling a jungle surrounding the marine camp, mows down a Japanese patrol with pin-point accuracy. It's not the bloodshed, acting or the claustrophobically dense fauna of tropical jungles that made me think I should draw a short. It was a train of thought that rolled out once I realised Leckie followed the first rule of Fight Club armed conflict - always aim for the head.

I thought: "Hey, if the guys from that patrol were below a standard height, a height Leckie took into consideration when aiming, wouldn't they instantly gain the upper hand?" Of course they would. And then it hit me. Why weren't there any 'people of restricted growth' in the Second World War?

If there's one thing Venture Brothers taught me, then it's that you should never pick on people smaller than you because they're lethal with knives. Just look at the Murderous Moppets. Those bastards are not only stab-happy, foot-tall maniacs, but they are also British. And Brits have the whole deadly wit thing going on, as demonstrated every Wednesday on the UFO Gamers Show.

Afterwards, I kept thinking about ninjas in WW2. Pint-sized ninjas in WW2 and how they could have chopped Leckie to bits just because he expected someone his own size.

And then I went to bed.